Full blown smut -- enjoy. 😂

"Trust me, you're going to want it when you see what we're doing tonight."

Her words seemed to echo in my mind, or rather what she had meant by them. I had a feeling it had something to do with whatever was in that final box. The anticipation was already driving me nuts, though I figured that was the point.

"You are so beautiful." I randomly blurted as she leaned down to plant a hand on either side of my head, her hair cascading around both of our faces.

She smiled coyly and replied with a simple, "Thank you", ignoring my raging blush.

"And you, babygirl," she placed a brief kiss on my nose before sitting back up on my hips, and then trailed her fingertips up my exposed sides and across to the underboob that was exposed by the lingerie, grazing her fingernails across it and making me shiver, "are a work of art."

Her words made me shiver again, making her chuckle slightly and therefore making me crack out into a smile too. Her fingertips then trailed their way back down my sides and up again, stopping at the bottom of the bra and leaving an array goosebumps in their wake. She smirked as she watched the display my skin was giving her.

"Do you know how fucking horny I've been waiting for you to get home today, wearing this all day and thinking about you wearing that?" She asked rhetorically in a raspy voice as she continued idly drawing patterns down my sides. My whole torso felt like it was on fire and tensed up underneath her touch in a way that made me feel so in the moment; I was able to focus on everything she was doing to me, on how it felt, on the sight of her sitting on top of me, on the tiny falter of her fingers as she decided whether or not to go back up to my boobs, and then when she did that on just how much my nipples had hardened by these simple touches. They were pushing against the mesh-like fabric and she seemed to noticed because her index fingers then swirled around each nipple until they were almost painfully hard, and I whimpered yet again. Maybe it was a little pathetic but I couldn't really care less right now, and right now was all that I was aware of.

"I twisted the handcuffs before I fastened them so that you can roll over onto your stomach." She explained and I glanced up to see what she meant, "Do that now."

Her tone was instructing but not demanding, almost reminding me of that a teacher might use, but paired with the slow blink of her eyes and I was helpless against it. I complied almost immediately even though I had no idea what she planned on doing. I trusted her and she trusted me and that was how this whole thing worked.

When I felt her legs slip off of my hips, I dropped my face into the pillow with discontent, but it wasn't long until those warm thighs were back around my hips again. She hummed and I heard the sound of something opening before a drop of something or other hit my ass.

"Shit, sorry babes." I heard her mutter, though just about. I obviously wasn't supposed to. It was a crack in her whole 'im the boss' act she put on in the bedroom but I only smiled at it.

"What is that?" I asked as the cool, thick liquid was then being wiped off by her finger.

"It's just lube, don't worry baby." I could practically hear the smile in her voice and so I relaxed a bit until I processed what'd just happened.

"Wait, what? Are we doing ana-"

"No, not unless you want to." Lauren reassured me before I even finished my sentence and I was relaxing again. She added a gentle pat on my hip to make sure she'd succeeded in her attempts.

Sure, maybe we'd done some thing's that other people would consider 'kinky' or whatever, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet.

There was a pause in all movement and sound until she asked, "Do you want to?"

"Not yet." I shook my head and she seemed satisfied enough because she shifted a little to move further down my legs and I felt the lube drop to where I assumed it was supposed to the first time, landing bang in the middle of the skin between my ass and vulva. I flinched at the feeling at first until it started slowly smearing lower down thanks to gravity. My eyes closed and I let out a long breath once it hit my more sensitive area and started spreading itself between my folds.

"Shit." I hissed when it was then aided by Lauren's fingers, simply rubbing up and down and making sure the lube was everywhere it needed to be.

She hummed again and spanked my left ass cheek, making me jolt up a bit at the unexpectedness. Her hand then grasped the flesh there and massaged it as the other stopped moving the lube around and instead grabbed my other cheek.

"Fuck, you're so hot." She growled and leaned down to kiss my partially covered tailbone softly, appreciatively.

I simply moaned in reply.

She eased up her grasp a little and I reopened my eyes, moving my head to the side to watch our shadows dance on the wall, created by the flickering candlelight that emitted from my left.

Without warning, she slipped two fingers into me and leaned over so she was basically laying on me but her weight was supported by her arm which planted itself, yet again, at the side of my head.

I hissed out as she immediately started pumping in and out, already pulling slightly at the cuffs as she moaned above me. Sometimes I wondered if she liked fucking me even more than I like her fucking me, but then she slipped a third finger it and all thoughts disappeared as all of my focus was on that feeling.

"...So tight...should've...a smaller size..." she mumbled along with some other things I didn't catch.

Those soft fingers moved rapidly inside of me, separating inside of me and stretching me out only for me to end up pushing them back together again.

She kept up the pace and changed her mumbling to quiet moans and whispering nonsense in my ear until I begun to squeeze against her, trying my best to buck my hips and chase my fast approaching high, when she stopped altogether and pulled out.

"Laur." I breathed out and whimpered at the emptiness as the rest of my body regained feeling.

"Shh." She hushed, crawling off of the bed. I strained my neck to watch what she was doing but she swiftly sent another slap to my backside, the other cheek this time, making me yelp a little.

"No peeking." She scolded with a cocky smirk. Hesitating for a moment due to my curious nature, I turned and buried my face in the pillow, instead of training my ears to listen to her movements and trying to avoid focusing on the throbbing need between my legs.

"I want to try something new, tonight, and I know you're okay with it because we've spoken about it before. I also know that you're okay with surprise." She spoke after a tiny gasp as I heard her soft footsteps pad around the room a little before stopping beside me and flinched a little by instinct when her gentle hands came up to my cuffs and sat there.

"Ass up face down or on your back, baby?" She offered and I didn't even have to really think before I was already wiggling my ass and trying to push myself up more. She chuckled and then unfastened the handcuffs, replacing them with her hand as she pulled them back and placed them against the small of my back, fastening the cuffs again and using a helping hand under my hips to push them up.

"Mm, baby girl." She hummed and I whimpered once again, shaking my hips a little in hopes she'd take the hint and hurry along with whatever she was planning, chewing on my lip impatiently, "You're such a good girl."

I felt a dip in the bed as she climbed back on and felt her between my legs before she pushed my hips down a little so they were level with hers.

"You can open your eyes now." She stated, knowing full well that I couldn't see what she was doing anymore, but I gratefully tipped my head to the side to see our shadows again. Now, though, there was something extra between us. Before I had the chance to process what it was she was pushing it slowly into me.

A strap on; and a fucking big one too.

I let out a loud moan as she thrust it slowly as far as she could, before pulling back an inch and heading back in. She did that repeatedly, setting my core on fire as she stretched me to my limits and earning another guttural moan from me each time.

She was moaning just as loudly as she applied a little more lube to the shaft of the strap-on itself and picked up the pace a little. It was then that I figured it must've been a strapless one, or at least double ended somehow. The thought only spurred me on further as I too began rocking my hips back and forth, meeting hers and slowly speeding up until every time our skin touched was punctuated by a lewd slapping noise and more moans and profanities filling the air.

Then all of a sudden she took it up a notch, leaning down over me, her breasts (bare, she must've taken off her lingerie when retrieving the strap on... and she didn't even let me watch, how selfish) pressing into my back as she reached down beneath me and fondled my own. This new position let her delve deeper inside of me, reaching places I wasn't fully aware even existed with each thrust and stroke. Then one hand left my chest to make its way down between us, and I expected her to simply stimulate her clit (or maybe, with a bit of luck, mine) but then the thing started vibrating.

A shock of pleasure ran all throughout my body as she thrust into me again and again, harder and harder each time. It wasn't long until it was too much to bear.

"Cum for me, babygirl." She ordered, sensing that I was close. My whole body tensed at just her words but it was when she tugged on my collar that I finally came with the loudest moan of all, body spasming against the phallus between us as she hummed against the shell of my ear.

"I love this on you." She growled, tugging a little more on the collar as she continued her thrusts, "You're not going to be taking it off for a while. I want everyone to know that you're mine." I would've nodded in response had I not been exhausted.

Then I felt her hips stutter and her movements slow down as she groaned long and low in my ear, quickly moving to pepper the nape of my neck as she seemed to love to do whenever she orgasmed. I wasn't complaining though.

She kept her hips still once she was done and unfastened my handcuffs.

She kept the strap on inside of us both skilfully as she rolled us over and laid behind me.

When she tried to pull out, I shook my head and reached down to keep it there, not ready to feel so empty yet.

"No?" She asked gently and I shook my head, "Okay." She slid back into me and started slow, gentle thrusts as she continued to speak.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love." She mumbled and I felt a smile tug at my lips.

"Feliz Día de San Valentín, mi amor." I whispered as my eyelids grew heavy. She gently drew patterns on my hip until I drifted off.
'Happy Valentine's Day, my love.'